tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55569341884096810442013-02-03T17:37:29.807+02:00Sizakele PhohleliTHE MYSTERIES OF A POETIC SOUL...The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comBlogger1682125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-40362920722751341212013-01-30T10:38:00.002+02:002013-01-30T10:39:37.074+02:002013-01-30T10:39:37.074+02:00The dithering fabrics of resolutions<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Earlier this
year, when I vowed, like everyone else (because it’s okay to be counted with
the masses sometimes for the sake of embracing the spirit of unity), to let go
of every being/thing not deserving of me or me of them or it, I was sitting in
my room taking life as lightly as I always took my breakfast, that never really
took on the strawberries, muesli and plain yoghurt guise. My nonsensical
supposedly selfless plan (to save my cracking heart) as silently as it was conversed
with self, was to forget this oath the minute I remembered it and I would blame
it on my excessively sober heart that once became high on fireworks the same
day it became victim of broken promises but it was already too late. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My heart had
already made its pick and I could tell I was also being hand-picked out from
other people's hearts like you’d pick a fly from your grandmother’s porridge
pulling that awkward disgusted face and it more or less wounded me, not because
I felt as inferior as that fly as no one can ever reach that such a pit of worthlessness,
that level of inferiority no matter how destitute they may be to the world and
its residents because as thorny as life is, roses still grow and just as
beautifully and wildly as they have when the saviour was still of flesh and also
it did not hurt because I wanted to stay as no one ever wants to stay where
they are not desired but it somehow hurt because I felt I wasted so much time
cleaning out the floors of a house that never even treated me like a stranger
because I would gladly become a stranger than no one at all. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It sort of
stung because I spent my days trying to sniff out secrets that were never mine
to know bargaining for trust or anything along those lines that would hopefully
result in belonging. It frustrated me because I spent my Sunday devotions praying
for answers that even God wanted to keep me away from, not even bruised knees
made me worthy of their time, I foolishly became superwoman trying to save the
very birds whose freedom depended on my letting go. It slightly hurt because I
cashed my fortunes in the form of time or whatever was on request mending
broken mirrors to households that would rather stay broken. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My heart sort
of tore because I chanted beautiful melodies to dead children who found death
more sweeter than my pest of presence, that I played the saving grace to a half
empty hearts and I wept greatly when it hit me that perhaps someone out there
feels exactly the same about me, knowing I will never know their identity in
order to make right or better yet justify my errs because even our chief adversaries
can dress themselves in convincing smiles.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I've become so reliant on
my love for you </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">as if you were my well of
life</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">that every word in my
poetry is a dedication and salutation to you </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">and to your bravery for
staying with me </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">with all my imperfections </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">dripping from head to toe<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your very existence </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">is the recitation </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">of my own poetry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Your mere presence,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">my offering to the world.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">the tone of your voice,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">the climax of my craft.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My solemn lyrics, </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">4 legged as they stand, </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">are entrenched in your
every vein.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hidden beneath your every
breath,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">dwells my mesmerising
verses,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">wrapped faultlessly around
your every heartbeat</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My musings, what they call
good rhymes,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">are enthused and founded on
every bit of you,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">seamlessly and scrumptiously detailed
in my thoughts,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Strand by strand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I lay awake</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">against the bitter cold</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">of your silent conversations</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">numbing my very presence</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">my inner toes still wringing
from the morning dew</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">my weary limbs trembling
more perilously </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">than the resentment of
yesterday's regrets</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">scribbling down every
memory of you</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">the scent of your pitch
black skin</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">mystified deep inside the
pages of your flesh</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">beautiful bewilderment</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">as I yet again run to my
favourite place</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">your inner thighs<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-37669159409168377492013-01-25T12:50:00.003+02:002013-01-25T12:50:49.445+02:002013-01-25T12:50:49.445+02:00A letter to old self<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This standing before me is a perfect face of those moments
where one should allow God to speak louder than pride as I gradually realize
the truth about myself and my lack which completely is your presence. I will
not dwell (though I desire to) on saying those sweet words that mend even the
most shattered of hearts as<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>you might
not welcome them and justly so. I find myself looking staring at your thoughts
and memories that you've made possible through your broken short lived smiles
hoping to find a clue as to how to find what I have lost but the emptiness of
your silent words and piercing absence as I come to accept that you lavishly breathe
without me make me lose myself even further. Visions of you have faded in
mirrors, in clean waters and the winds have stopped carrying haunting sounds of
voice around as if you were heaven’s favoured lipstick.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nonetheless I didn't write to you to bother you with my
lonesomeness or to boast about the miraculous strength I carry with me in every
battle and how your absenteeism has oddly made me value the faces that stare at
me in the mirror because they know me better than you ever could, because even
in those rainy days of agony they are still brave enough to smile at me when we
meet, the kind of bravery that was always way out of your league. I wrote to
say I still find myself dancing the fading tone of your voice, playing your favourite
song and to confirm that I still embark on my religious Sunday morning journeys
looking for that old phone of mine that has your number, that number you never
got to giving me, the phone you never bought for me. You always struggled with
keeping to your word.</span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I find myself
consumed by anxieties of what may have been had I become what you sought yet
strangely this morning I found myself ridding myself of your lifeless skin I wore
around my flesh to remind myself that we were once a beautiful union though we
constantly shed wrecks of glasses in every tear in every battle for we never
were in unison, hoping you’d come for me as you last said in that letter you
never really sent, though I still believe that you are capable of keeping to
your promises. Every shower has become an ancestral ritual that cleanses me off
of all that you ever stood for. I thought you should know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As I have pointed out
earlier, this wasn't to bore you with my apparent lifeless words; this is to
assure you that I carry memories of you in a bottle that’s half open, that you
still come up in conversations over cups of solitude and that I have well taken
care of myself since you left. Also know that I have become the exact opposite
of your aspirations that you hid under every prayer you uttered against me,
that I have been bravely stupid enough to make a wrong turn to victory that she
follows my every footstep haunting me with good news like the Gospel. </span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">To sum up this little cold letter, all I want to say is “Hi
Stranger, I am sorry for your loss. I wish I had words bold and brave enough to
fill the void in your heart, I wish I had prayers worthy enough to mend you and
make whole the pieces of your soul. It will be alright, sooner than you think.
Take care of yourself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I watch you when you sleep</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">in that awkward a stare
kind of way</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">that I almost can taste
your dreams, </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">that bitter- sweet flavour
of contentment</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">and wonder if you dream of
me as unswervingly</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">as I dream of you at the noon
of every daylight<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: "Tms Rmn","serif"; font-size: 16pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Courier;">All I want is to hide myself
in you, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Courier;">deep inside the pages of your flesh, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="color: black; font-family: Courier; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Courier;">hoping no one ever finds me there.</span><span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You are my cascade of
inspiration</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My every drop of happiness</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I never knew what death
and life really meant</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">until I drowned and
resurrected in your unbroken fondness </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">that day when I finally let
myself succumbed to the omnipotence of your bosom<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You are the best story
I've ever told<br />
every day I gather fragments of your soul<br />
in every laughter, behind every door and beneath every breath.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-31754234849433062732013-01-09T11:16:00.001+02:002013-01-09T11:17:21.489+02:002013-01-09T11:17:21.489+02:00truth or dare<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to love me like
your Mother never loved you</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Fervently mishandle me
like your beloved tune, singing those strawberry lyrics you can’t claim
knowledge of</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To show me a kind of love
you never learnt at birth</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That black leather-like kind
of love not even birth marks, spiritual chords and resemblance can contain</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A kind of love so peculiar
not even our first names can decipher</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So we both can claim
knowledge of having loved better than our Mothers<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The love I have for you </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">runs turbulent down my
sleeve up to my skull </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">to sometimes blur me of
how great you can be.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></o:p></span> </div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The sound of your skin </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have opted to conceal
beneath my tongue </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">so I can still taste you even
when you are away.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The tone of your speech </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have wrapped around
every gift box </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">so I can never forget the wonder
of your first word.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-77466385896787922013-01-08T07:45:00.001+02:002013-01-08T07:45:05.678+02:002013-01-08T07:45:05.678+02:00The cocoon breaks open
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">A cracked rear window on my turquoise blue ever so dirty
Toyota 3-door hatchback, a man handcuffed with blood stains on his shoes and a
lot more on his face sobbing on the ground dodging a few kicks and fists in
vain, an angry mob of security guards who were delightedly the root for his
bleeding nose and a cracked lower lip was the best way fate deemed relevant to
nurture my the new born '2013'. Having uttered the greatness of that lonesome
day before it could even wear the shades of the night seemed to have en route
my bliss to a place more suited for the wretched and as the night elegantly dressed
the day my battle was to keep my tears in control than the bathing in laughter
that I had already prophesied. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Everything happened so fast, the one minute I was in a
restaurant having a great time dining with my friends on an impromptu gathering,
the next I was running to my car, too shocked to even shed a tear, interceding,
praying that the damage may be bearable or rather within my pocket's reach.
Before I could ask what had come to be I was being convinced to report the man
bleeding and wailing on the ground for his felony and in no more than 10
minutes the officials were there, one of the security guards took it upon his
stride, after witnessing my reluctance to pursue the case any further, to phone
the police and I groaned in despair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Was a broken window reason enough for me to send a man
behind the cold jail cells though he would perhaps be united with his mates and
laugh his way to bail? Was it enough reason for him to sleep in a bed not of
his own? Were the kicks and fists not already a steep price for the felony he
kept denying? What if he memorised my face and decided to one brutal day come
for me, dramatic as it sounds? All those supposedly daft questions rang in my
mind as I parked outside the police station, still struggling to recover from
tremor's dominion. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The last time I dared or rather bothered set my foot in any
police station was when I was applying for assistance funds through NSFAS at
the University as they sought an Affidavit and a certified ID copy to oath my
Mother's inability to pay for my fees and that was over 3 years ago, police
stations aren't at all my ideal hang out spots so I by all my might choose to
ignore that they even exist even though one is just down the road from my
mother's house, in fact I have never found men dressed in bullets, misdemeanour
and arrogance appetizing to the eye that I don't even bring them up over cups
of solitude. Apart from feeling over-dressed and looking dangerously gorgeous,
the experience peaked my fear of the authority houses beyond any known levels
and the police man insisting to write the statement for me as slow as a snail
didn't make it any sweeter, leaving me feeling as empty as a hopeless man
trying to be hopeful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After about 2 hours,
irritation seeping uncontrollably through my pores and dodging the hooligan's
sight, I was free to go home, eat and snooze off to a place less cold and less scary.
The promises of my case number being sent to my phone in an hour’s time then
have not yet materialised as expected and I, contrary to my girlfriend's
belief, have not yet come to know the virtue of this patience that my priest
preaches about in every sermon. I will never fully comprehend why the keeping of
promises has become such a thorny task for the mankind or has the man's word
become as immaterial as life when death comes? To what do we now hold on if
even the sound of our words has become too hard to trust and grasp?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">When the sun and the moon victoriously collaborated to page
the year to new, I swallowed a pebble of revival and I expected a free flow of
things as perfectly as the fish swam through the River Nile. Having made my
requests and resolutions known to God and the gods on eve of the new born child
‘2013’, I anticipated more freedom of thoughts than the confinement I had
sailed on the year ‘2012’and the sudden rain showers and bruised knees served
as confirmation that my supplications were heard and would possibly be attended
to with great urgency.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">On the 1st day of the year, broken bottles told more tales
than what the voices of my neighbours could let out, while some wailed as they
bathed in regrets that the closure of an old chapter had offered them, haunted
by the walls they claim spoke to them in syllables of loud silence. I, on the
other hand, was high on life, thoroughly sunken in the goodness of my maker and
his candy sweet promises, thinking big and already living a dream that was yet
to come true as I sat in my room texting "Happy New year" messages to
whoever treats me like I matter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My plans for this year are big, bigger than all the dreams
I've had in my entire existence of 305 months and my strategic corporate
expedition to Japan for a year attests to this and I am more thrilled than
fearful. I have additionally decided to let loose and bury myself in faith of
the higher power in all spheres of my life. Last year was a never ending
funeral in my heart, constantly mourning the death of bigger significant pieces
of my life chasing shadows of what seemed to be but turned out to be not and
any more deaths would put me to indefinite slumber so I have chosen to yield my
entire soul to the one who made this life possible from the onset, unquestioning
that He will again carry me through the stormy and sunny weathers like he has
successfully done in the past. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">In my attempts to save what is still remaining of me I have
dared to believe in myself, to be comfortable in my own skin, to be perfectly
naked to fate’s embrace and to stop comparing myself with other people and with
the things the world has made more attractive than being real, perhaps that
will help mend the shattering glass of my faith. I have grown weary of lowering
my gears to a pace that everyone else but God deems acceptable as if I was
founded on men’s standards. I was not formed to be accepted and to survive, I
was crafted to live and to love and to be thankful, to live life plentifully
and with great pride, to love with less caution and augmented passion and to be
thankful of every passing second that leaves me alive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">As I put on my great armour of confidence, on the mark to
more opportunities, I'm overcome by waves of joy mixed with nerves as I let
myself drown in the truest depths of myself for the first time in my entire
being. But nonetheless I have leapt beyond the borders of ordinary in my
thoughts uncertain as to how I will hold on to such greatness by my mere two
hands that are already leaking from the earth's blessings. I deem this is that point
where I surrender more than just my burdens to my creator and to ask of him to
help me carry all the blessings He's showered me with, the most daring move I'm
yet to comprehend, trusting the Almighty with both my troubles and triumphs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Everything that has come to be so far is enough to convince
me that the worst is crawling my way but having understood the great Alchemist
Paulo Coelho when he said that when you passionately want something the
universe will conspire in your favour, I stand assured that this truly is just
one those mishaps that should happen to a person even if its once or twice a
year so we can claim knowledge of strength and become great witnesses to those
currently drowning in our former pits of despair though I am still haunted by
the sadness of people upon learning that they were just "festive
budgets" and that the new summer love they had faith in had to come to a
close as soon as the bottles popped open in the peak of the night in honour of
the new year but how could they not have known that summer love was never
intended to live through the other shades of the year?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-50873264720479832872013-01-07T09:12:00.002+02:002013-01-07T09:15:07.861+02:002013-01-07T09:15:07.861+02:00<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I carry on my head a
bucket of old regrets</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">a burden so hard not even
prayer</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">can save me<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Perspectives of what was </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">linger longer than what is</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">how I wish yesterday
smiled a little longer<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Swing me away from time’s
distractions</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">even I ache to dwell in explosions
of righteousness</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">wicked as I am<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bathe me in your steamy
love</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">until my heart is wrinkled</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">and become my religion<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-33911818744373751152012-12-14T11:04:00.001+02:002012-12-14T11:04:12.997+02:002012-12-14T11:04:12.997+02:00would you?Would you cry if I left earth and decided to stay in heaven <br />or wherever they chose to keep me?<br />Would it hurt to only see me in your dreams and seeing my arms hang from the sides of my body <br />knowing how perfect they once fit you,<br />how they once swallowed you <br />and trapped you in the depths of my bosom,<br />that you preferred to drown than to breathe?<br />How much would it hurt if you called for me and I never came<br />yet you hear the echoes of my tone behind every strangers voice, the sounds you once chose to ignore?<br />Would you cry for me if I left and never returned?<br />Would you weep for me if I wasn't here anymore?<br />Would your sun continue to shine?<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-10541450438534532442012-12-13T17:07:00.001+02:002012-12-13T17:07:01.998+02:002012-12-13T17:07:01.998+02:00I am not a Saint<br />I am just a girl who tastes heaven<br />every time your lips touch hers.<br />
<br />
Not at all a god<br />just a girl who falls in love everyday<br />with every fragment of your soul.<br />
<br />
Faraway from immortality <br />just a soul, who has risen from the dead,<br />everytime your eyes meet hers<br />
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-35989004131225159062012-12-12T14:32:00.000+02:002012-12-12T14:32:00.150+02:002012-12-12T14:32:00.150+02:00“the point of it all”Let you and I talk about that point,<br />retrace our hearts to that very second,<br />where you realised you desired me more than you fancied life,<br />that moment when you yielded your entirety into the precariously shaky palms of my hands<br />knowing how capable I am of breaking you<br />the point that lived beyond faith<br />where you stood on the edge of my second chance.<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-55196881184701278352012-12-12T12:55:00.000+02:002012-12-12T12:59:24.609+02:002012-12-12T12:59:24.609+02:0012.12.12
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">12.12.12<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Never to be seen again, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Never to be felt again, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Perhaps to slip a million minds<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">as quickly as death leaves its preys. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">But I was here<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">I lived to tell the miraculous tale<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;">Of life in this generation<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Bernard MT Condensed","serif"; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p> </o:p></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-12856519722712864232012-12-11T17:48:00.001+02:002012-12-11T17:53:50.547+02:002012-12-11T17:53:50.547+02:00<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You tell them</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">"Just be
yourself"</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">yet you remain lost behind
that filthy façade<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So please tell me,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">what’s better between your
deceptions and shams?</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">possibly you've reached
the equilibrium</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">between your false truths<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">maybe you are trapped in
between </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">the threads of your unspeakable
reality<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Poor wanderers, if only
they knew,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">that your wisdom is as imaginary
as the smile you wear</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">when you greet the worshippers,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">every Sunday morning.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></o:p></span></div>
<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-67897978484248410322012-12-11T09:45:00.001+02:002012-12-11T09:45:18.771+02:002012-12-11T09:45:18.771+02:00
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Lie to me </span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">and confess your undying love</span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">before my cracking heart</span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">perhaps my decease will be more meaningless</span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 13pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">than your rare truth<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-46070604856099383272012-12-11T09:39:00.001+02:002012-12-11T09:39:27.032+02:002012-12-11T09:39:27.032+02:00
<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">words haunt me at night</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">that i find myself writing
my life story</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">in the middle of a dream</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;">
<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">something not even my
forefathers dared to try<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-87511303704701291642012-12-07T09:29:00.000+02:002012-12-07T09:37:32.524+02:002012-12-07T09:37:32.524+02:00
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">her lips taste like whisky,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">her heart beat cruises on the highway of regrets,</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">yet everything about her screams perfect.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">though she is the legend of all druggies</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">she mysteriously is always sober at heart</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">and skilfully she drowns me in her affection</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">but
whisky was never her favourite</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-77773314692972472232012-12-05T16:04:00.001+02:002012-12-05T16:04:45.096+02:002012-12-05T16:04:45.096+02:00
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Unrequited love is the
price of falling in love,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">a price we all have paid,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 14pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">once upon a time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-16418845246749124252012-12-05T14:23:00.001+02:002012-12-05T14:24:04.483+02:002012-12-05T14:24:04.483+02:00LoveGlori at Moyo's Zoolake tomorrow night<br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I can't seem to grow weary of the LoveGlori blues and so
can Nomonde. We seem to be more hung up than we were when we first saw them in
February at Urban Zulu Roof Top. Every moment in their trance means restoration
to my entire being. We went to see them at SABC Radio Park on Sunday and boy
was I blown away, they have a bad habit of winning my heart over and over again
and I know that I am not that weak. Each second in their midst is resurrection;
every instance with them always leaves me blown away to ashes of utter joy.
When in their presence I am not afraid to die because I know I will rise again
to life owing to their melodies. They have become saviour to my ever so fickle
soul.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I wondered what is it about them that makes me weak at
the knees and leaves me begging for more. I, for a while was convinced that it
was their beauty; it just had to be Nozuko's beauty that leaves me screaming
"Abba Father" to my creator in worship. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Ato's smile was definitely the reason for
Nomonde's death. That had to be it. We now knew the reasons for our fall and
that made things a little clearer. Until I realized, even if Zuko had to cover
herself in all rags of ugliness, she would still remain my compeller. Her
beauty was not enough to have me in their audience in every of their events,
something greater than a smile had to be responsible for this. Even if Ato
stopped smiling, she still would command Momo to knees.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">And then it hit me, as hard as it hit Momo that no beauty
could have such a hold on either of us, beauty could not have such command, it
was their voices, their angelic voices that leave us drowning in floods of joy,
that leave us in a state of euphoria. It is humbling how alive they are on
stage, how they calm the audience with their jazzy blues with just a pinch of
comedy. The love they have for their craft would give sight to the blind and
strength to the weary. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I will speak endlessly if I started to speak of their
songs and how each and every jam seems to rub me up just the right way but I
will speak nonetheless, just a little I will speak. How Ato sings "Ubuhle
bakhe" makes me appreciate the kind of love I am in, "Call me"
actually makes me realise just how needy and broken I actually am. The way Zuko
sings "Ivili" is not of this world, the space I enter into when those
lyrics escape from her lips cannot be of this generation. The passion that
flows in Ato's eyes when she lets out "Te Amo" leaves me chanting
with the heavens in thanksgiving for the creator of art that dwells in her soul
and the seriousness that covers Zuko’s face when she sings “Again” just
confirms that they mean business with their craft and with their hearts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The melodies that these ladies have created cannot be
known by me and Momo alone, it is a sermon for the whole universe to bask in. A
lyrical sermon. Their music on SoundCloud brings zero justice to them; you must
literally tan in their melodies; that will take you to the adventures of Peter
Pan or Alice in Wonderland, to actually say you have come to know the Christ of
Art. Luckily for you, they will be performing at Moyo's Zoo lake tomorrow
evening. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Go there and be jazzed away by their careless blues.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-38476884134789263422012-12-05T08:34:00.002+02:002012-12-05T08:34:54.137+02:002012-12-05T08:34:54.137+02:00She is a fountain of metaphors<br />A buffet of adjectives and pronouns<br />but on most days she is just a verb<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5556934188409681044.post-8895806671905545322012-12-05T08:33:00.001+02:002012-12-05T08:33:26.353+02:002012-12-05T08:33:26.353+02:00
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<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">She is the alphabets in
all the words I write,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The punctuation in all my
verses,</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">and the breath in every
pause.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="blogger-post-footer">The_Siza_Rai</div>The_Siza_Raihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00402770511406713157noreply@blogger.com